#hide and seek teehee

[0ketinha]

hide and seek feat friends 😁

[smallidarityfan]

something something about Jimmy's natural gravitation towards Joel? hey guys.

[civetside]

i love your art and OCs but thank you for all the fan content! cant wait til i read Locked Tomb and finally understand it! (genuine) (this shit is hilarious)(im sure it will be more unhinged in retrospect)(originally followed for overwatch but im not complaining)

OH my god thank you so much!! lmao,i can't BELIEVE the amount of people who tell me they dont know what tlt is but enjoy my comics cuz like, i promise you other then the modern AU stuff i at least TRY to keep my goofs semi in character and a lot of my ideas are based on stuff that happen in the books so a lot of the jokes do need that bit of context, but im glad that they seem to be funnyish without it as well haha im happy to hear you liked my work enough to stick around!

and here is where i will put my formal apology to people who followed me for overwatch stuff only for me to hard flip into TLT and never look back, i could write a small book about my problems with OW and how much blizzard dropped the ball over and over again with it, i did TRY to keep making OW stuff and TLT stuff at the same time but maaan making overwatch fanart just feels like making content for a franchise that doesn't deserve my attention anymore, i do feel really lame having to say that cuz i do still love so much about it and brig is for sure still in my top 3 fictional crushes lol but GOD is it so hard trying to care about OW after all the shit that has happened to it last year alone, i still follow the news and play the game sometimes with my sister and i hope things improve but after them laying off all those talented artists i'm not holding my breath about it

[suiana]

yandere! cheater and gn! reader who's in their villain arc...

you've suspected that something was up when your boyfriend started to get busy with his work, coming home late, hiding his phone from you...

of course you just wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he really was just stressed from his work. he was yourboyfriend after all. you had to trust him, didn't you?

well everything was shattered when you found one of his side chicks under your shared bed. she was naked, only wearing a pair of undies while holding in her pee.

"wtf why are you hiding under here?"

"your bf doesn't want u to know that he's cheating. told me that he'd kill me if i came out."

yeah, so the girl was an asshole to get with your man when she knew that he was in a relationship but at least she told it to your face straight up. also she pissed herself while getting out from the bed so there's that.

meanwhile, your boyfriend was sobbing and crying when he came home. you had found out of his side affairs, a side he never wanted you to find out about. to be honest, your boyfriend didn't know why he he got with others in the first place. he had everything he could ever want in you. you made him feel alive, all the good things you know. being with you was like a dream come true and he constantly felt like tearing out his skin from how happy you made him.

you were his god.

oh, yeah, thinking about it now that's probably it. he felt that you were too good for him and didn't want to taint you. which... was why he resorted to sleeping with others.

shitty move, yeah he knows. don't need to repeat it.

but you... why were you so forgiving? you welcomed him back with open arms, sobbed a little and told him how hurt you were! he thought you'd have up and left by now!

but you didn't.

he knew you were too good for him, he had to treat you better now. he just had to, this was obviously you giving him a second chance, right? oh he just loves you so much!

unfortunately for him, it wasn't a second chance. no, you were about to absolutely ruin this man.

it started with the small things. small rumours about him ranging from how he had a small dick to how he's a pushover... you needed to start your plan slow, you know. tear his reputation of a good and sensible man bit by bit. gotta build up that tension teehee >w<

then from the rumours, you started manipulating the people close to him. crocodile tears, white lies, and a whole pity party for yourself... telling his friends and family members how your boyfriend was an absolute shit of a boyfriend, how he didn't treat you right and how he was the worst an alive... well, it wasn't much of a lie. he did spoil you and treat you like a deity but if he really treasured you why would he cheat in the first place? there's no space left in your life to pity him.

the most important part was to constantly reassure him that you loved him and to make sure that he never finds out that you were the one ruining his life from behind the scenes. can't let him find out that his angel lover is the one that's bringing him to social death now!

by this stage, your boyfriend was completely dependent on you. everyone around him was looking at him like he was the absolute scum of the earth. where did the rumours come from? why was everyone avoiding him? he couldn't even go to work without his coworkers side-eyeing him like he grew an extra head! he's just lucky he didn't get fired-

oh and what do you know. he got fired.

he comes home crying, an absolute mess and a shell of the man that he used to be. what was once a confident and charming man is now a desperate and pathetic boyfailure.

"baby i got fired, i'm so sorry. i don't deserve to be with you."

his arms wrap aorund your legs, tears staining your pants as he seeks comfort from the only person still left by his side. yes, you're the only person left dying for. even his own parents desserted him, yet you stayed. he's so thankful-

"yeah, you're right. you don't deserve me."

it's like time stops the second the words fall from your lips. he slowly looks up at you, eyes widening in horror as his tears dry up. what? was he growing delusional? he must've heard you wrong. no way his beloved god just said that!

"haha... you're so sweet baby. joking around in a time like this-"

"i'm not joking. you don't deserve someone like me."

you slap his hands away, looking down at him as he remains on his knees on the floor. you had a smug smile, expression all cocky as you even started to laugh.

"haha! did you really think i wanted to stay with you? fuck no! i have standards okay? i really didn't want to stay with a cheater!"

your boyfriend didn't know what to think. what were you saying? he doesn't understand. is this a late april fools prank? the way his heart was clenching and the way he felt his face paled shows just how much he doesn't like your words.

"babe stop-"

"i hate you god damnit. i really thought you'd be the one for me but no! you just had to go ahead and cheat!"

but you didn't listen to him.

"let's break up."

oh yeah, you hear that? that's the sound of his heart shattering.

he quickly crawls over to you, face pale as he grips onto your pants tightly. his hands shook with each word he uttered, tone desperate as tears streamed down his cheeks once more.

he never thought he'd start begging for someone to stay when it was usually the opposite but... you were his god. the one he's devoted his entire life too.

so he'll gladly get on his hands and knees for you if he has too. you can't leave him. he doesn't want to be alone.

"please! forgive me! i know i did something wrong but i'm trying! you can't leave me too!"

he looks up at you, face completely flushed as he continues to turn himself into an even bigger pathetic mess. he doesn't care what he looks like now. he's practically lost everything. he has nothing left to lose.

"i promise i'll be better! i haven't cheated since you found out last time! d-doesn't that count for something?"

he gives you a shaky smile, as though that would convince you.

it wasn't.

in response to his words, you could only give a disgusted expression, kicking him away before walking past him to the front door. what a pathetic man he was.

"you know, you look best when you're like this."

you state, glancing at him with a smile before turning to leave his house. well, there's that. your plan was complete and your now-ex boyfriend was absolutely destroyed.

so why did it feel like... something bad was about to happen?

you quickly look back at him, keeping your cool and remaining nonchalant before you feel the blood drain from your face. your best friend?! where did they come from?! and the fact that your crazy ex was holding a knife to their neck-

"no... don't leave me... you can't leave... i have no one else but you..."

what were you supposed to do now that he was holding your best friend hostage?

[void-dude]

Sup dude, just wanted to day that i really enjoy your art!! Your lines are so fluid and i really like the way you make shapes! Gives the art as a whole a really nice flow that makes it do pleasing. Also, you've made me read by the skin of your teeth and holy shit wasnt that the best GF fanfic ive ever read. Do you have other fic recommendations?

OK FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU OH MY I feel so flattered teehee THANK YOU!!! SECOND! I SURE DO! But they are all kinda ... Stan Twins related! A bunch of ANGST and plenty of brotherly companionship!!!

I reblogged a list before that made me sob happy tears with wonderful fics, check them out as well!! But here are some of my favourites anywas:

By Any Other Name

Stan's life hasn't always been great. He's done some not so nice things, got caught up with the wrong kind of people but just because you can't remember the past, doesn't mean it can't come back to haunt you. In the most terrifying of ways...

hide and seek

(THIS ONE IS FERAL FORD AND IS ONE OF MY FAVS)

Stan’s next shout feels more like a scream, desperate and frightened and tearing his throat on the way out: “Ford, please! Come on! Stanford, you can’t do this to me, not again—Stanford!” Something slams into him, and he hits the deck hard. His first instinct is, naturally, to punch—but he doesn’t get that far.

hero

Stan is a hero. He wonders if that's the only reason Ford suddenly wants to be his brother again.

none of those phds is an md, you dumb idiot

In which Ford's interdimensional universal translator breaks, and he realizes just how much he's lost. Turns out thirty years of dimension-hopping aren't great for language retention

Breaking Point

Accidents at sea happen, however careful you may be. Unfortunately for Stan, some can dredge up memories with them

How Old Are Babies Again?

When Mabel and Stanley went off into the forest for something or other, Stanford didn't think any of it. Stanley was a grown man, he's able to handle himself. Right? Except... Stanley was definitely older when he left, Ford is sure of it.

[g0niki]

i keep thinking about leehan's hands & lips. they're soo pretty 😭🙏 how is everything about him gorgeous

leehan fingering smut pleaseee 💗 — 🍗

pairing: kim leehan x f! reader 

Word count: 681 

Contents: fingering, oral (f receiving), a little messy

a/n: I LOVE WRITING ORAL TEEHEE,, and i agree! leehan does have nice hands and lips he’s such a pretty boy 😵‍💫 i’m so excited to finally write this. also i didn't proof read so uhh...

leehan's lips trail along your neck, sending shivers down your spine as his soft skin presses against the sensitive area. you arch your back against him, a soft moan escaping your lips and echoing in his ears. his arousal grows, straining against the rough fabric of his jeans as he hovers above you.

the scent of leehan's cologne fills your nose, a mix of musk and pine that is intoxicating and alluring; longing and desire hang in the air, mingling with the scent of your arousal.

his hand glides down your body, leaving a trail of tingles until it reaches the waistband of your underwear. there, his touch comes to a gentle stop, sending shivers through your body. 

his smug smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he taunted, “mm, i bet you want me so bad, huh? can feel the heat radiating from your cunt and through your delicate underwear.” you bury your face into your elbow out of embarrassment. 

“oh, come on pretty, don’t hide from me.” he coaxes, his hand trailing down until it rests just above your core. through the thin fabric of your underwear, you can feel the warmth of his touch as he gently massages you. “tell me just how badly you want it.” 

you whimper softly, overcome with desire as leehan’s skilled fingers tease you through the damp fabric. your hips instinctively pushing up, seeking more friction. 

“please,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. “i need you.” 

“do you need me?” he whispers against your skin, pressing kisses down your body until they reach the area between your legs. his hot breath lingers against your throbbing core, inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet scent of your arousal before locking his eyes with yours, filled with a look of desire. 

his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he slowly inches towards your cunt, delicately licking at the fabric. 

leehan’s tongue glides over the damp material, tracing the shape of your most sensitive area. the warmth of his breath contrasting the coolness of his saliva, creating a sensation that has you shuddering with pleasure. he continues to tease and build the tension, bringing you closer and closer to losing yourself in the moment.

“leehani, please… more.” 

leehan’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, dark with desire. his lips curving into a mischievous smile as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. you lift your hips, allowing him to slide the small piece of clothing down your legs, exposing your glistening folds to the cool air. 

your fingers itch with the urge to touch him, to feel his silky strand of hair between your fingers. as if reading your mind, leehan leans forward. your hands immediately tangling themselves in his locs. 

he swipes his fingers between your folds, coating them in your arousal, holding the two digits to his mouth before wrapping his lips around them, humming in delight at the taste of you. 

the taste of you alone seems to drive him crazy, breaking what was left of his resolve. a low and deep groan leaving his lips before he buries his face in your pussy. 

his tongue laps at you hungrily, aiming to take in every bit of you. his index and middle finger meeting his tongue, tracing around the entrance of your cunt before sinking in slowly, contrasting the eagerness of his mouth. 

his slender fingers gliding into your cunt with ease, your wetness helping aid him. leehan pulls back and lets your slick drip down his chin, his mouth dropping down in awe as he takes a moment to appreciate your cunt clenching around his digits. curling up his fingers without warning, causing an immediate reaction in you. “mm, calm down pretty, i’ve barely gotten started.” rhythmically moving his fingers inside of you, letting your thighs close in around his hand. 

“fuck fuck fuck, think m’ about to cum.”

a feigned pout finds its way onto his lips, his tone slightly whiny in a teasing way. “so early? guess you don’t want me to fuck your cunny.”

ᯓ★

@g0niki all rights reserved. do not translate or post my work anywhere without permission.

[prettyboypistol]

OMG the Beetlejuice fic well has been DRY lately so I would really love a Beetlejuice x gn reader where Reader and BJ play hide and seek in the town model and then somehow... I'm not sure how but I bet you would be creative enough to figure it out for me... Reader confesses and then they kiss or something teehee 🫶 ty feel free to ignore if you want

Found You~ || Beetlejuice x GN!Reader

You weren't scared of Beetlejuice when you first summoned him in your death. Honestly, you were just lost, looking for a friend, and called out his name when you found his ad. He was... not what you imagined, to be honest. He was sleazy, crusty, and gross in every sense of the word. But that didn't stop your feelings from developing.

You two were great friends in the netherworld, with Beetlejuice dragging you along on misadventures as his "apprentice in bio-exorcism" which was just an excuse to drag you out to the land of the living once every blue moon or so.

You two had found a lovely little home in the Maitland's town model behind their backs. Adam went full-on with open doors in the buildings and mini furniture- which made it great for hide-and-seek.

You two were being the overgrown children you both are, scaring each other by jumping out behind corners and yelling, but this time, you were lost in thought. You wanted to confess your feelings for the "ghost with the most". Would he even like you? He was clearly hung up on Lydia- for manipulation purposes or not, he clearly was obsessed with her. Who were you kidding, you didn't stand a chance.

"BOO!" A shriek jolted you out of your daze as you screamed in fright.

"Jesus Christ!" You yelled out as you caught your non-existent breath. "You- holy shit Beej, you scared the fuck outta me!"

"I was aiming for scaring the life outta you, but hey, that works I guess. Whatcha thinkin' about? Am I too boring for you?" Beetlejuice teased as he boxed you into a half-kabedon, clearly trying to pry. You rolled your eyes and shoved him off playfully.

"Nothing, just thinking about how much of a gross creep you are." You responded, just as playful.

"Ooooh, tryin' to hit on me, are you?" Beetlejuice winked as he intentionally popped his eyeballs out to look you up and down.

"God no." You laughed, lying.

Beetlejuice stopped for a moment, trying to figure you out. It made you uncomfortable as he suddenly became more slightly more serious.

"You gotta be kidding me, right?" Beetlejuice muttered.

"What?" You asked, confused and slightly unnerved.

"Hun, I'm a demon, I can smell when people are sinnin', and you just broke..." He leaned closer to you and inhaled slowly. "Number... nine? Nine is the lying one, right? Anyways, perks of being a demon-ghost-thing."

You froze.

"Uh- you good?"

You tried to speak, but nothing came out. You felt your face turn a bright red, despite not having a circulatory system.

"Fuck you." You mumbled. "I hate you and your stupid powers."

"Oh."

Beetlejuice took a second to realize what you said.

"Oh."

"Well uh- I- damn babe, you got me tongue tied! Haha! It's not like me to be caught off guard. Not to say you ain't smokin'- it's just uh- I never thought about you in that way before."

"Yeah, no, just forget I even said anythin-"

Beetlejuice cut you off by pushing you against the wall of the building and kissing you. It was rough, unpracticed, and utterly disgusting with far too much tongue for a first confession kiss, but it was wholly Beetlejuice, which made it perfect.

[quinnysnursery]

Pls write cg! Chris!!

[🥤] what it’s like having chris sturniolo as a CG

paring : cg!chris sturniolo x little!gn!reader

divider credit : @artemiies

a/n : i’m writing this in the nail salon teehee 💝i had a mental breakdown bc i couldn't decide what color to use for his text. the red looks nicer but i feel like his favorite color is orange irl? idk but hope you guys enjoy!! update two days later : i fixed it

(lower case intended !)

🥤 similar to cg!matt, i think he’d do FANTASTIC with a little who’s age-range is in the toddler area!

💫 his energy combined with his playful nature?

🤍 best cg if you love games like tag, hide ‘n seek, imagination games, etc etc

🥤treats you like the princess/prince/royalty you are

💫 when you first told him that you were a little,

🤍 trust that he got the biggest amazon package full of EVERYTHING he thought you might like

🥤”chris this is so much…” “good so much or bad so much?”

💫i like to think he'd have a corner of his room designated JUST for your littlespace

🤍a little corner, if you will

🥤complete with a princess tent and all

💫 playing dress up with him :((

🤍"dada's got a tiara!" *que chris looking at you with the sweetest gaze ever*

🥤the PROUDEST cg in the whole world

💫has a custom-made "world's best caregiver" shirt

🤍"chris you can NOT wear that in a video!"

🥤the first time you called him dada he literally physically bounced with excitement

💫honestly being a caregiver has taught HIM a lot about patience,

🤍loves coaxing you into littlespace after a stressful day/week

🥤 late bedtimes and fast food runs

💫 "angel, this is dada's soda, you have your juice!" "pleeease :(" "okay, but not too much, it's already late."

🤍 absolutely adores each and every single one of your stuffies

🥤 knows their names by HEART

💫learned how to braid hair so he could put your hair in piggies :(

🤍 all and all, i don't think chris would set out to be a cg but i think that after you "coming out" to him, he wouldn't be able to imagine his life without his little 🫶🫶

[14dayswithyou]

my birthday is coming up 🩵🩵🩵 I think it’d be really cute if Teo and I got like matching rings and had a cute little date at like a little altar, and maybe he wears a suit and I wear a white gown 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

ANSWERED: Hehe I know exactly what you mean 😻

Adjusting the black tie around his neck; Teo stands in front of the altar, pulls out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket, and begins to read. "Rosie was... the best lay I ever had. It's a real shame she died in that ugly Victorian nightgown, but I guess even It Girls need a break from serving cunt all the time."

"It's true..." Saint says with tears in her eyes — except not really because I'm livin MY LIFE WITH EDDIE BABYYYY LETS GOOOOOOO!!!!! Ok, actual fic below now, I promise teehee <3

"Thought I'd find you up here." your voice comes out soft, so as to not startle the man smoking near the ledge. The faint glow of his cigarette stands out even amongst the stars and cityscape backdrop he'd been staring at moments prior. But even after hearing your words, Teo doesn't seem to move.

"Guess I need to switch things up then." He doesn't turn around, though he does makes room for you to stand beside him. "I'm becoming predictable."

Silence blankets the two of you as you both idly stare off into the distance. It'd never been like this at the start of your relationship... And while you wouldn't admit it out loud... It was a nice change of pace. No longer did Teo seek you out for late-night rendezvous, and in turn, you no longer had to fall prey to his hedonistic escapades.

But the silence could only last for so long. And what's more, you were certain Teo would grow bored of the lack of stimulation and do something more... worthy of his attention.

So, with a slight cough, you casually strike up a conversation. "What did you get up to today?"

"Heh, you'll probably see it on the news soon." A sly smirk pulls at his side profile, before Teo finally acknowledges your presence by his side with an intrigued look in his eyes. "And you?"

...And you?

Since when did the Teo Alvarado talk about something other than himself?

"I, uhh..." Clearly not expecting that response, you stumble over your words and avert your gaze towards the illuminated backdrop once more. "I got my nails done?"

"Hmph. You don't sound too sure 'bout it, doll." The taller male extinguishes the butt of his cigarette on the cement railing before leaning against it. A beat passes before he extends a hand out towards you. "Lemme see."

He takes your palms into his larger ones and spares a casual glance over each nail individually. And had you known any better, you would've assumed he was bored. But you did know better. That was a look of genuine intrigue.

"...Green, huh?"

"I-I just felt like it!"

No way were you going to let him in on your suppressed feelings. You were well ware of the fact that once Teo sensed any semblance of attachment, he would run and never look back. You'd seen it happen one too many times, and you weren't going to let the same thing happen to you.

Besides... What you had with Teo; it felt different. It was nothing like the casual hookups he used to have with all those men and women from the city -- now long forgotten the moment he started getting cozy with you.

"...Do you like them?" Hesitantly, you gaze upwards to read his expression. "I thought you might, considering you paid for it and all."

"They're not bad. Could be better." Okay, rude. But before you can say anything, Teo continues, "Here. Try this."

Not allowing you a moment to respond, Teo quickly reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small box. Upon opening it, an almost gaudy ring captures your attention (was that Tiffany's?) -- before his large hand hides it from view as he pulls it out.

Was that...

Reaching for your own hand now, Teo slips the ring onto your finger. Too overwhelmed with what was happening, your mind barely registers the fact that the ring seemed to be your exact size.

"Much better." Teo's voice pulls you from your thoughts. "More my taste."

"T-Teo... You do realize that's my ring fin—"

The sharp look he sends you sends a shiver down your spine. "One more word, and I'll lock you up here and drive off."

"...What about two words?"

"No."

"Three?"

Immediately, he drops your hand, turns towards the fire escape door, and waves you off. "Hope you brought a sleeping bag. 'M not coming back till morning."

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" Without thinking, you reach for his arm and tug him back into the spot beside you. "I'll be quiet."

Another wave of silence washes over the both of you. Though this time, it felt forced. It seemed far too awkward to suddenly address such an... unexpected and intimate gesture from someone like Teo, but you didn't know what else to say either. Changing the subject would only bring more awkwardness, and it wasn't like you could continue the current conversation either.

Damn this man and his inability to be on the receiving end of basic human emotions.

Completely lost in your own mind, you barely notice how Teo lets out a forced huff beside you and pulls you closer by your hips. He rests his chin against the crown of your head this time -- no doubt to stop you from looking up at him -- before he finally breaks the silence.

"It's my nanny's ring." When you don't respond, Teo continues, "Some... sentimental heirloom shit, I guess. She never had any children 'cause she was busy taking care of me."

Why was he holding you so tightly? Like he was afraid you'd run away at the barest hint of vulnerability?

...Attachment?

"And before you ask, yes, she parted with it willingly. I..." You feel him lull his head to the side to pop a joint in his neck, "I asked her for it. Didn't ask for her blessing though, so I don't know why she gave it."

"Teo. This is seriously sounding like a proposal."

"...It's whatever."

"Teo!"

"Fine. A birthday gift."

"...You remembered my birthday?"

"Ouch. Do I look like someone who'd forget?" Just as you open your mouth, his hand predicts your actions and squishes your cheeks together. "Wipe that smug look off your face. I can't see it, but I know you're gonna do it."

"...Thank you, Teo." It all suddenly felt far too sentimental in that moment, and you knew all too well that Teo would be responding negatively to it soon. So, deciding to fall back on old ways -- lest he starts to gets mean -- you settle for an all-too-familiar way to thank your lover.

Unashamedly, you turn in his grasp before trailing your hands down the warm expanse of his chest. They rest just above the latch of his belt -- but almost uncharacteristically, Teo pulls them away and wraps your arms around his neck instead.

"...Do I look like someone you could marry?"

"...W-What?"

"Like I said. I'm getting predictable." He uses your hands to cup his face before leaning closer. "'M switching things up again. Marry me."

[paintpaintpaintman]

Folks we got another one we got a second OC He's a tiger named Yaarjul teehee

Have some silly lore for Goat's cult below the cut!

His name is Yaarjul, and he is from the Goat's cult. The Goat's cult is anything from refined or civil - a grassland grown wild with few buildings, all mostly dilapidated and abandoned. Their few followers make themselves scarcely seen, hiding behind the tall grasses of their home. These people come and go, rarely ever making it to elder age, save for one: Yaarjul.

The Goat does not like to abuse (or even use) divine magic. They believe the whole god-system should be dismantled and all should be equal. Therefore, they keep their Crown to ensure the cycle can never start anew, even if their cultists idolize them anyway (sometimes out of awe for being the last of their kind. Sometimes out of guilt for having been rescued). As such, they never appoint Disciples nor give magical items to their "followers." Yaarjul has been the only exception.

To the Goat, Yaarjul is a peer; having never truly pined after them nor treated them like a god or leader. He is a man of very few words or even noises, but he doesn't really need them. It seems they understand they would not be one without the other. He may not be a true Disciple, but often he is seen as an apostle to outsiders who don't quite understand their relationship.

Yaarjul, like the other's in the Goat's cult, is naturally skiddish and cautious, ready to run rather than fight. Though, behind the mask of survival is someone curious and studious, always seeking new knowledge.

The Goat had professed: "If I would have been able to fall in love, I would have chosen to love you." Alas, a story never meant to be. "Life partner" isn't always a traditional sense of romance. Sometimes, it really is simply a life partner.

[comfortless]

AHH I was the anon from the Bear!Ko ask ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I adore it so much like I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair your ideas are CHEFS KISS AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE PROMPTT

Definitely not excited that you’re considering more hybrid stuff.. TEEHEE ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

BUT YEAH JUST THOUGHT TO DROP SOMETHING NEW CUZ WHY NOT! Maybe Ko being deployed on a mission to some wild terrain, having to camp out on the grounds for a while by himself. Reader taking interest in the behemoth and toying with him until he finds out they’re a fae or nymph

Or a game of hide and seek.. in the dark.. with him.. maybe even a wolf!ko

ONCE AGAIN ID LOVE TO SEE YOU WORK UR MAGIC ON THESE IDEAS (｡♥‿♥｡)

hi, 🧸!! working on something with a lycanthrope Kö at the moment, but this is… well it is something! i adore the idea of König with a cute (insatiable) nymph!! definitely give @cookiepie111’s Drink From The Leche of Sirens a read if you haven’t already. <3

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fae nonsense (reader is a tree nymph), vague smut.

It isn’t that he ever intended to be here, not really. Simple surveillance, Fender had told him. Any knowing soldier would recognize the equipment that did not even need hands to tend to it, the cameras that should be set and monitored, and yet there were none in place here— just König, a loaded gun, and the stillness of the forest that seemed to stretch ever onward.

There’s been a lapse for the past week, with Kortac’s most adept at retrieving information out seeking just that, off with their radios constantly abuzz and adrenaline running rampant through their veins.

There’s an envy harbored somewhere in the back of his skull, twittering and hissing when he thinks on it too much… shelved for an uncharacteristic mistake to be left here amongst plants and scattered animal sounds, a temporary solace that would be ripped away when something new came through the chain of command; an overabundance of the very things he would care to think less about.

König hasn’t seen another person in days, not out here, tracking a vehicle carrying supposed smuggled weapons. There are no tire tracks, not even air traffic passing above: only gloom, loneliness, and the chill of early spring.

Then the abandoned house, where he takes refuge. It’s dated: the furniture all in various states of disarray, shattered porcelain about the kitchen and vaulted ceilings so high he doesn’t even need to bother with ducking to cross from room to room. It’s old on the exterior, stately, with vines creeping up its walls to reach the warmest height to bloom. Though internally, it is clear the place has not been left to rot for long: no loose boards, no holes in the ceiling or floor, just seemingly preserved somehow, as though time itself had come to still.

He doesn’t mind the daily patrols through the forest, the pensive stalking and creeping to find any hint of what he was after. Even through the night, when sleep forgets to lure him in for warmth and comfort amidst the pollen and silence, the walking never seems to grate on him.

There are lights, often, amongst the trees, faint pulses of glowing white that dissipate the moment his gaze sweeps over them. He’s read the fairytales as a child, even witnessed Conor get so drunk once that he shared his own tales of the ‘wee folk’, but König would feel a fool to believe any of that at face value. Most of his own kind were not interested in him, shying away with laughter or pitying gazes the moment he approached, so why would anything else be drawn to a man who could never quite scrub the blood from his fingernails or keep a conversation from spinning out into silence and uneasy glances?

It’s during one of these nightly walks that he first sees her, a vision bathed beneath the milky glow of the moon, ethereal, yet still nothing short of a proper blessing from the earth. Despite the distance from his path to her own, her body looks soft, bare and gentle. The growing thorns and clusters of ivy do not scrape her, only gently pull aside as she walks, tender and swaying like the petals sprung up from the plants for little fingers ghost over.

He only thinks that, assuredly, he’s lost his mind. The vision fades away when she looks at him, curls her lips into a smile… and then it is all gone. She leaves not a trace, no footprints indented into the soil he knows he had only just watched her tread. The flowers he saw her pull into being have vanished, too. All that remains is a dulled aura of dread, a strange thing that he has not felt in years, if ever at all.

König does not think of the woman until she appears again, during the day amidst the leaves of a sprawling sycamore. She lies against the bark, body resting over a healthy branch where she sleeps in a position so demure it sets his heart ablaze. The breeze caresses her hair, something he wishes to feel beneath his own fingertips; it whistles over her bare skin while the sun bathes her in rays of gold, filtered out through pinprick partings in the leaves, begs, pleads for him to touch. Forbidden fruit, too lofty to touch, too dainty for ash and blood.

He only walks away, carries on with the focus of his mission, reminds himself of every time that he’s sought some semblance of companionship and how those escapades had all simmered down to nothing but taunting echoes for sleepless nights. There was no need for any more ghosts, not even the pretty ones.

With nothing else in sight, he returns to that house where time halts and loses himself to want; swallows dry when he frees himself of his buckle and pulls out his growing erection. A release and an expelling of memory all in one.

He thinks of her, of her graceful walk amidst the darkened woods, of the way she lay, perfectly unscathed and beautiful, unknowing of any thing that plagues him, scatters from his grim expression right down to his very marrow. The imaginings… he would never speak of them, perhaps would only have the information pried from him that he thought of her smile when he spilled himself into his palm, but only if she came to beg for it with a voice he imagines must be tree sticky and sweet like warmed honey. Only if she came for him.

There lies a meadow just past an abrupt opening in the tree line, small and subdued by outstretched branches that curl over the grass and wildflowers still yet to bloom. No chill lingers here, as though summer stretches over the little glade and settles atop it with its warmth, masks even the little pond that does not seem to carry the same frosted panes of ice that the others he had seen do. There is fruit, puny red berries and hefty pears causing their limbs to bend, gently set them down for the earth and all of the animals roaming about to eat.

And he knows he’s stumbled upon her home.

He finds his voice when she peeks at him from behind the trunk, wide-eyed and curious with the softest curl about her lips, playful but tentative.

“Hallo,” he whispers, raising his gloved hand as if to wave, but curling his fingers into his palm instead. He’s horribly uncertain, caught between the alarming thought that he’s dealing with some perturbing nudist or something… else entirely.

“Hello,” she says, almost shy as she unveils herself from behind the tree, takes a step toward him with a tender look in her eyes and a long draw of breath. Sets his nerves at ease with her silent admittance that she, too, at least seemed wary.

König immediately tells her why he’s here, not in full detail, sparing the poor doe the tedium and the confidential bits that would likely only make her head spin, and then… he mentions how he had seen her, how the forest seemed to yield to her whims, her dancing beneath the moon that appeared to shine only for her. He gives her a curious look, undetectable beneath the darkened hood, pleads for her to explain in his own silent sort of way.

“I have seen you too,” she says instead, curling her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest, and… he doesn’t think to ask any further.

She’s the loveliest thing that he has ever seen or felt: places herself right into his lap when she guides him down to the grass. There’s sap on her fingertips when she presses them to his lips, curiously grazing them over his mouth as he speaks to her about the forest, a forest he’s already deemed to be her own, obscure princess that she was. She giggles when he dares to lick over each intruding digit, even gives a shaky, soft sigh when he suckles at one.

The nymph whispers things into his ear that he’s never heard before: things about each sprouting plant, of other things that hide away in the shade beneath branches and how they had all seen him too, about the earth and life and softer secrets about her beloved tree. Home and love without ever daring to speak words so simple. She does not ask about the dreadful things he does not think about, only lies back in the grass when he praises her beauty and the lovely notes of her voice.

He thinks for a moment that he should not touch her, should not have her grace wasted on something like him, but she rises up only enough to kiss him through the hood and he finds himself tugged down to tickling blades of grass and his mind finally does quiet.

She cradles him close as he claims her love for his own, steals sap from her lips and follows her sighs to a comforting oblivion. Her hands find his neck, his shoulders to offer gentle touches, tracing patterns like the intricate twisting of vines against his flesh all while he praises their union, her sweetness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s spent with her, the day seems to to stretch on for an eternity with the sun high above, but when he wakes… he is back inside of the old, quiet house, lying in the bed he knows with a certainty that he’s never even touched. Fender’s voice is calling to him over the radio, clipped and demanding for a report, one that proves nothing at all, a barrage of words filled with wonder and bliss with no intel on the mission.

And König isn’t shocked by the leave he’s given once he does return to base the following day. Three weeks time would be just enough to clear his head, regain his focus, pull money from his account to purchase that lonesome old house in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing such an angel again, never hearing the soft chittering of her voice or being blessed with the feeling of her beneath him, intertwined like the vines she so loved.

[sycamorality]

also apparently i've forgotten to post one of my ancient ocs.... this is pearls collapsing within stained grounds. um. they never got a mask. ramble under cut. teehee. (The Horrors <3)

also ancients are creature-like to me. actually. i like them being a little creature

so yea this is literally a kid that got echoed. their parents promised them a gift, which was SUPPOSED to be their mask, after they ascended (global/mass ascension) for them to follow. they were never told was ascension was and just happily went along because ooh!! their mommy had a gift for them!!! and um.

pearls got echoed. they were in the void sea for quite a while, but wake up near the now collapsed ascension site. they are completely confused, but just think their parents and big brother are playing hide and seek with them. they wander about for a few cycles but stay near where they woke up, hoping their family will stop playing hide and seek soon. they don't understand why all the wildlife is scared of them, but the wildlife can tell they're an echo.

after a bit, they end up finding a small device where they woke up that allows them to communicate with others- though it only has access to the global line, which really only iterators with functioning communication arrays are on. they ask "has anyone seen my mommy????? she told me we were gonna do something and then i would get a gift but i cant find her!!!! i think she's just playing hide and seek!!!" and also mentions "i woke up with these really cool golden markings!!!!!" to anyone that isnt them, it's obvious they're an echo, but nobody tells them anything.

[justintaco]

I've been up for almost 24 hours so

superheavy Lonetrail Muelsyse spoilers

Besides the like, uncountable amount of stuff that blew me away in Lonetrail,

linking together Mansfield Break and Dorothy's Vision with Vigilo and Walk in the Dust

creating thematic parallels with Near Light at the end,

what really blew me away was Muelsyse.

Anyone who's followed this blog for a long time knows I'm not big on shipping and I'm semi-public with my opinion that most times shipping brain completely poisons someone's ability to actually engage with a narrative. But honest to god, even to me, they seemed to be almost writing a romance with Doctor and Mumu.

Blink twice if you don't think I'm crazy.

like any gacha you have a lot of flirty lines between the player character and a million of the girls (and guys), but like, this seemed unusually genuine and romantic?

(x)

Like besides them sharing a dance and all their cute little scenes, they seemed to be creating a genuine parallel in their backstories and who they are as people here

Mumu discovers she isn't actually the last of her race but realizes that she has so little in common with them she cannot form any meaningful connection or even find a shared language with them. Her integration into human society is like, almost all just an act of survival by her own admission, she doesn't feel any belonging there either. In fact, most of the time her real body is hiding in her vivarium because the physical world itself is becoming so poisoned by originium that it's dangerous to leave using anything but a clone. Even in her flashback with Saria and Kristen, she seems to be the third wheel.

She is by every possible metric, completely alone. And it seems like her chronic teehee backstabbing is a coping mechanism to feeling completely alienated from even her closest friends and what becomes her second family with the Rhine Lab directors. Even that dysfunctional and over idealized family is gone now too. She even says the following after she betrays Doctor for one last ditch effort to throw in her lot with Kristen and maybe find somewhere out in the stars she can belong:

Compare that with the Doctor, who in this event witnesses what seems to be the death of the last member of their race. In fact, the dialogue implies that Doctor feels an incredible amount of anguish even just pulling the plug on Trevor since it's not so quick a death. Directly after this event, after escaping the big silo bunker thing, Doctor's first thought is to go seek out Mumu rather than regroup with everyone from RI (including Saria who just reentered the atmosphere Halo 3 style). It feels like a response to an epiphany.

Earlier, Doctor had managed to actually get her to tell the truth about herself during their dance. How isolated she feels without any past or family, just like Doctor. So they go directly to her, fresh off of losing the last connection to their past life besides Kal'tsit (who is implied to not only be unwilling but in some way unable to share more info with Doctor).

You then get what is this, extremely deeply intimate conversation between Doctor and Muelsyse, commiserating over their shared loneliness.

She tries to play things off with her usual shtick but pretty quickly she admits that saving those random Control goons on the ship was her failed attempt at suicide because Saria had well and truly kicked her out of the triumvirate to confront Kristen alone.

After that she begins connecting with Doctor on a deeper level than any character I can really recall. As much as I love the ex wife Kal'tsit stuff, they really don't seem to have a romantic attachment. A very very close and intimately trusting one, maybe a past romance, but never romantic with Doctor as they exist in the present since waking up. Doctor views other characters like Amiya, Ifrit, and Rosmontis as children to be protected. But this here is these two really baring their souls and it's just crazy to see in a gacha game where the format discourages stuff like this.

Just, man I love this whole conversation. They've both just learned recently that they can't shed their loneliness with what's left of their races. Muelsyse is totally at the end of her rope, but Doctor has just learned that the only thing they can do is fully commit to the people they know in the present. So despite Mumu's one final attempt to put a barrier up between her and another person, a literal physical barrier of water

Doctor walks right into the barrier and literally reaches out to her to help save her with what they just learned that same day

Muelsyse refers to the parts not in blue here (blue usually being the only confirmed dialogue Doctor says out loud in any given cutscene) when she talks to Nasti later. That means the Doctor said all of this out loud.

Again, am I crazy or does this feel like the most romantic Doctor has ever been with another character?

A lot of himejoshis on Twitter have been mad about the event and what it means for Mumu x Ho'ohleyak, Mumu x Saria, or Muelsyse x her OT3 with Saria and Kristen, and honestly

they might have a point

[babyniigo]

hiii!!! your blog has made me so much comfier in my regressing >w< thank you for what you're doing!!

if u dont mind can i get some hcs for how each member of vbs + their virtual singers cg for akito? he's my highest pjsk and i like projecting on him a lot teehee

Little! Akito and CG! VBS + virtual singers ≽^•༚• ྀི≼

Meiko

His mama. She LOVES her baby so much! She always swaddles him with warm blankies and carries him around /ᐠ > ˕ <マ

She tends to love spoon feeding him his meals and rocking him in her arms to soothe him to sleep ≽^-⩊-^≼

Luka

Soo playful!! She loves tickling him until he gets fussy hehe she’s very teasing ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

But despite this, when he’s playing around with Len or Rin or anyone, she keeps an eye on him from afar to make sure the baby is always safe and alright! ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼

Kaito

His papa! He’s a very chill cg, isn’t too strict and always sneaks Akito extra snacks and sweets hehe ฅ^ >ヮ<^₎

But if Akito feels tired randomly, Kaito is always there to pick him up and carry him inside the cafe to put him down for a baby nap!! /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

Rin and len

His playmates! The minute he’s regressed near the Crase Cafe they hold his hands and tug him inside to play with him if he’s in baby space! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

If he’s in a more toddler space they’re so so eager to tug him outside and play tag, or play hide and seek with him hehe! ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎

Miku

Another playful CG! When he’s in a more toddler space she tries to get him to convince meiko to do things for her through him, because she knows meiko is weak for her baby! /ᐠ˵- ⩊ -˵マ

But she’s also very caring for him, following him around and making sure all his needs are met ฅ≽^•⩊•^≼ฅ

Toya

His protective CG! He’s very careful when he’s taking care of Akito, making sure the baby is safe and healthy, and always holding him so so close ㅤ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ

Toya always gets plushies from crane machines to gift them to Aki, and it makes Aki beam from happiness to have so many plushies in his pillow fort! /ᐠ > ˕ <マ

An

His playful CG! Whenever Akito feels fussy or tired she tends to tickle him and play with him until he’s a giggly mess!! /ᐠ - ⩊ -マ Ⳋ

But if he’s upset, she knows how to take on a big sister role and talk to him softly and cheer him up from whatever he’s upset about!! ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼

Kohane

Very very gentle CG! She’s not good at playing like a does and she can’t pick him up like toya does…

But she always cradles him during nap time and sings him to sleep, her voice soothes him into the deepest of slumbers and makes him feel so safe! /ᐠ˵- ᴗ -˵マ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Hehe I’m glad to know my blog made you comfier with your regression, thank you for you kind words!!! /ᐠ ◜𖥦 ◝ マ♡ I hope you enjoyed this hehe ^•ﻌ•^ฅ♡

[jean-dieu]

Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous : Companion AU for my OCs!

Being the main character is neat, but what if my bois were companion? I've written an in-game introduction for them all, and I'll try to develop their potential quests a little. Keep in mind that only Raphaël and Zarathustra have/could have taken part in the crusade. Raphaël is my Knight Commander, and Zarathustra was born at the time. Lazare and Ziel are both born after the worldwound was sealed. It's just for fun teehee.

Raphaël : "Despite being a tiefling, Raphaël rose above his birth's circumstances and joined the rank of the Inquisition after a failed attempt at priesthood. A devoted Sarenite, he is a valuable asset to the crusade but his fiendish heritage as well as his authoritative and distant behaviour don't make him a popular soldier among others. But surely, there's something more behind this intimidating, cold facade?"

Ziel : "As if being a tiefling in Kenabres wasn't hard enough, Ziel also happens to be the son of an Abadarite Priest who was disgraced and cast aside after being found guilty of corruption. A thiefling and a calistrian, the young bard is actively seeking revenge in his father's name, the poor man drowning his sorrows with alcohol since he lost everything. Sarcastic and cynical, he doesn't hide his hatred for most Gods and religion… But he seems more eager to help the crusade than he lets out. He has apprentely helped Irabeth many times in the past, and she seems to trust him despite his dubious reputation and volatile behaviour."

Zarathustra: "Why would an acclaimed chelish alchemist risk his life in a far-away crusade? Especially since Zarathustra doesn't strike anyone as a benevolent man. The winged tiefling showed up one day, shroudded in smoke and mystery and most people don't seem to know anything about him, except for a few local mendevian, peasants and nobles alike, who seems to have a few things to say about his past…"

Lazare: "Lazare's smile and cheerful behaviour as well a his talent in singing and violin were sure to make the young tiefling popular among his peers regardless of his heritage. Despite his obvious naivety, he doesn't seem to back up when things get gruesome in battles, and he's ready to help anyone in need. But is his jolly, kind and exuberant behaviour only an act? He has been spotted by a fellow crusader talking in infernal to his instrument, a black violin he claims he inherited from his mother. While the object his obviously magical, its nature isn't exactly known at the moment, and Lazare doesn't seem to want to tell us more…"

[ghosttoastx]

Penne: Tickity Tockity Clock

More character writing stuff teehee

Most people may not understand the background/context to this Drabble, but I’d still like to share it

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

…

It’s really quiet in here. Well it is now at least. Nothing but the sound of an old grandfather clock ticking away to interrupt the silence. You don’t know how to read the clock very well, it was never a big concern before. But now it’s all you have to keep you company.

It’s been some time now, since the big ruckus. Your not sure what happened, your not sure you want to know. But at the same time you do.

You want to know if everyone is okay. Maybe they’re also hiding, the same as you! And! And that’s why no one has come to find you yet!

Yeah that’s it, they’re just hiding too!! You were *all* playing hide-and-seek after all. So it’d make sense for them to be hiding. The seeker must also be hiding now too though, after all that scary noise…

…

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

…

Its been a bit longer now. You’ve settled for counting the ticks and tocks of the clock. Some might find it relaxing in a way….but your board of counting. You never really liked Math. But aside from counting, what else is there to do while you wait?

You don’t wanna open the door, just in case the thing that made the scary noise is still there. Y-You also don’t want to ruin the game! Just in case everything is fine and your just being a baby again!!

Though, it’s not like you can open the door even…even if you wanted too. The door is stuck. Or you think it is at least. The handle won’t turn, it feels like it’s locked—but it’s not! it’s not!!! …Your friends wouldn’t do that to you.

You’ll just wait for them to find you, and then you’ll all laugh about it!! They’ll call you dumb for getting stuck in the closet and then you’ll laugh some more.

Everything was going to be okay.

…

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

…

It’s…been a *lot* of time now. Your starting to get hungry. Your beginning to wish you’d brought a snack with you, or maybe had one before you started playing.

You still aren’t sure what time it is. Not only can you not read the clock, but even if you could, it was dark in here. You didn’t like the dark.

Your tummy growls.

Hey!!! At least thats a new noise to accompany the clock now. Hahah!! Look at you!! Your surrounded by noises and sounds, your not alone, silly!!!

Hmmm it’s got to be at *least* dinner time by now. Maybe. The game started not long after lunchtime, so if your feeling *this* hungry now, then it’s probably around that time.

…

Wow, it’s…. Really been a while now, huh? The seeker must be taking a *reeeeaallyyy* long time to find everyone! Haha…ha.

Oh who were you kidding.

You heard them leave. You listened to them yell and cry as their shoes clambered against the wooden floorboards. The adults shouting at the others to ‘stay together!!’ asking ‘is everybody here!?’.

No! Not everyone!! You were still here!!! You had smashed your hands into the door until your hands hurt, called out as loud as you could until your throat began to feel scratchy….but they never came to find you.

The game is long since over, yet here you still remain. Your tummy hurts, your face is wet, and the darkness of the room looms over you.

Your only remaining friend being the ‘tickety tockety’ of the old grandfather clock.

How long before the sound ceased and it left you behind too?